Loving Pure Imperfection
That is where our gifts (and our fun) lie
“The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, In Other Words
Oh, I love this idea — to be imperfect. It’s funny how “being imperfect” instantly brings to mind the ideas of having flaws, doing things that others don’t like, or not being ideal.
But I don’t think any of those are true.
It feels more like there is a system we are supposed to fit into, a mold to look like, or someone else’s vision for us to uphold. Somehow fitting into this model became “perfect” and everything else wasn’t.
Every day, I am seeing a bit more of the box I was supposed to fit into. This box told me how I was supposed to think, how I was supposed to act, and what I was supposed to look like. Anything short of that was “imperfect”.
Isn’t that strange? It’s like there was a teaching that we all were enveloped by that said “Same is better — difference is chaos.”
We see this all the time in relationships where, although what we love about the other in the beginning is often how different they are, we try to change them into something closer to ourselves. We see this in schools as children are graded as to how well they fit into the mold. We see it in our fitness programs as we all aim to…
